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-Learning From The Enemy- by crushmovement, literature

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-Learning From The Enemy-

Stop that shouting if you're able, you could learn some from this fable. You're so full of those complaints that you don't see all your taints. Your situation compares to the tale of Fox and Hare. Keep your eyes from burning so and join this mental picture show. Hare was sitting in his place in the grass with a smug face; When along sauntered the Fox, full of naught but evil thoughts. Snapping twigs alerted Hare that mischev'ious Fox was there. Tendons stretching, Hare did leap, running off into the trees. Dodging back and forth they ran, heading nowhere with no plan. When all of a sudden both collapsed, neither moving fort

Emotion Minus Fuzz by crushmovement, literature

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Emotion Minus Fuzz

Just a teddy bear... Good to have around Nobody can seem to find descriptors Other than a name. A somewhat mystic creature At a perilous intersection Can an intervention save? Apparently not. Somewhere inbetween A smile and a frown Getting glances from others But there is no deeper meaning There is no self-defeat No injustice to inanimates Tossed around and hugged less each day ... just a teddy bear.

To Find Peace by crushmovement, literature

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To Find Peace

On a lake in east Wisconsin ... so relaxed. It was about time to take some To kick back. The water entices me to Rest my thoughts. To forget the battles I've fought With myself Find peace in beauty I'm so fond Of this, The calmness In this pond. The lapping waves remind me, I am dry. The moisture beckons for legs I comply. Contemplating this place, I see it's pure. The wonder of the sunset ensures Sudden darkness Find peace in beauty I'm so fond Of this, The calmness In this pond. There must be places like this Elsewhere in the world But I cannot find them, And this one now swirls I get one more glance, dark

Overdone by crushmovement, literature

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Overdone

Hopeless monotony stems in the fields. the fields are our lives, the boredom is forthcoming. Lack of interest, this abhorition thrives. rooted in the finished, there's nowhere left to go. The seeds were planted by our own misdeeds. noble quests for the lively, we never stopped to wonder. All thrown together, the plant is a vine. choking on our missions, we've lived a thousand times. Enough cryptic bullshit... We've given ourselves too much, way too much of what we want. Nothing much excites us - we've reached overindulgance. When keeping just to ourselves, we quickly yearn a playmate - Nothing involving sex, we just need t

Limits of God by crushmovement, literature

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Limits of God

Infinites collide Wherein there is a flaw: One cannot parallel The other Something is awry With uncontended sight: To know is to condemn Our free will Balancing is not An excuse for the hate: To allow enemies Is weakness Despite your limits, My respect is endless. The chance to live I do Much covet So in return I Demand that you reflect Ev'ry bit of respect That you can Without random faith I yet believe in grace. And if there is a place, I'll take it.

Gaze by crushmovement, literature

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Gaze

Too often we are blindsided By truths which we have known Yet pass them by we do too often Missing them by stones' Throws away where the truth resides Both within and without Our psyches where we dare not peek 'Til our subconscious shouts Barriers withholding us From paths we yearn to walk Too often are stepped into While our desires mock Our hope by looking off Into the sunset so pure Staring into beauty We collide with the unsure. Our only offense is to Assemble our self-trust. Only then may we attain The energy we must In order to conjure ourselves A pair of legs of iron. When this is so we may advance Despite the wa

Sinnergy by crushmovement, literature

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Sinnergy

Who is that man by your side? I am compelled not to greet him. In him do you confide? He is the cause of your great sin. Whisper with unseeing eyes Within the confines of your space; He hears no truth of great size Adrenaline is his one grace. Mysterious scenes beckon Excitement spawns from teh unknown That with which you can't reckon Has seen your weakness and has grown There is a risk you can take Morals aside, it sounds quite fun Should you refrain for your sake? Such a pity, the sin's begun. Monotony is the cause The driving force that is behind Most cases you do not pause So that your thoughts may be refined Instead w

Projection by crushmovement, literature

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Projection

We appear to be rational Free thinking creatures of habit. We have set international Standards as power would have it. We abide whilst they regulate Victimizing ourselves as the Sole suffering unfortunate Masses under the industry. Chronology has stifled our Rememb'rance of past revival Shiny facads, men of the hour All too well occupy us all. Facing changes is terrible Fear of the worse kills ambition. Besides, we are too comfortable To fight them without permission. To command the authority To speed up is disrespectful. Which is what we do, by the way, Every day when we see awful Decisions made by those in charge Who sm

Divine Waiting by crushmovement, literature

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Divine Waiting

Can you tell me how to dance and Can you show me how to cry? I lose myself in increments Though no one else can tell me why. The things that stand on my desktop, Or sit, it doesn't matter which Mean more to me than feelings sometimes, my self-doubt makes my mind twitch. Maybe it's because they're more concrete than emotions can be. Though it doesn't make much sense, I still escape internally Whenever I feel threatened by the future, things I can't forsee, or conflicting int'rests in my own thoughts that come up presently. Then there always is the past, A shadow to blanket the soul; Or do we have a higher self? I will admit,

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The Calm by crushmovement, literature

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The Calm

Collapse The synapse Closure Is unsure To accept disagreement Is to decline self-right. It is unfortunate when Fair is an oversight. Can someone be the better? Can someone give a bit? Can someone drop the pieces To this game of "outwit"? When justice is unbalanced And one side overwhelms, What holds a person back from Dropping their battle helm? While no one will accept it, Sometimes the best must come Forth with a cry of "peace, ho!" To let the quest be done. Break in From within Let peace Be shared

Collapse Self by crushmovement, literature

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Collapse Self

He's losing faith In what he did not have To begin with He's losing face When he can not explain His beliefs, his divine wish His spiral be- Gan when he told himself He was not enough No one could explain to him ----- Can any one man say That he knows spiritual Practices that will keep him From being a tool? ----- His pictures sit Upon his brand new desk The coffee stains have more appeal His daughter's eyes Stare at him with disdain To think she's gone is yet unreal The paper clip Metal exposed to skin Tears and shreds Somehow bringing justice ----- Can any one man say That he knows spiritual Practices that will

Divine Waiting by crushmovement, literature

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Divine Waiting

Projection by crushmovement, literature

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Projection

Sinnergy by crushmovement, literature

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Sinnergy

Gaze by crushmovement, literature

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Gaze

Limits of God by crushmovement, literature

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Limits of God

Overdone by crushmovement, literature

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Overdone

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Kali meets fear by devries, literature

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Kali meets fear

The reality was... What is reality? Is reality the computer screen before you? Even watching now, it appears as something you would see on a movie screen. Are the plastic spiders reality? Or perhaps the lights dancing before your eyes? The voice on the other end of the phone? Are those reality? "...hey... I miss you..." The voice of that loved one shook her. Strangely, chilled her to the bone. The tears streaming down her face, dark make-up slipping with them. Tiny tracks, the permanent channels for those tears to follow etched deeper into her skin. Were the tears real? Did they ever stop? Or was that too just a figament of her

And she poured all her hatred by blackhalo, literature

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And she poured all her hatred

And She Poured All Her Hatred Into Her Swings There was no hope for me when I dug my teeth Deep into your skin, not willing to let go But I was careful never to hurt you Or to be noticed for that matter And I latched on, watching you from your arm Lapping up the little flecks of blood that fell out Craving your existence but making sure That you didn't know such things. And when you finally saw me there My sharp white teeth dug into your flesh You gazed at me with loving eyes And for brief moments I was fooled I sunk my jaws in deeper, and you liked it, and I liked it I was being dragged and you were bleeding Eventually the lo

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crushmovement

Mar 27, 2004

I - AM - A - CRI - MINAL!!

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THE - MA - CHINE - IS - NOW - A - LIVE TO - WREAK - HA -VOC - IN - YOUR - LIFE THERE'S - NO - USE - TO - HOLD - ME - BACK I - AM - REA - DY - TO - A - TTACK

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crushmovement

Jan 24, 2003

Devious Journal Entry

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Breathe.  Release.  And I say: Five months after my last journal entry... "And we've heard this song before And the needle skips again Playin' dominoes with tombstones Found a graveyard in your drawer Go and get yourself buried 'Cause you're dead, you're dead, you're dead, you're dead" I'm too fucking cynical to post anything worthwhile.  And to those who would say that cynicism makes great art sometimes - no it doesn't.  Not in any original way, anyway, it hasn't for years.  Cynicism is always the same stupid fucking thing. In fact, just about all art is the same stupid fucking thing over and over.  My writing sucks, fuck it.  And I

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crushmovement

Aug 2, 2002

Devious Journal Entry

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Breathe.  Release.  And I say: May you go marching in three-measure time dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines. Swing from the rafters, singing the songs gone unsong for far too long. so let us Drink to the dead all you still alive. We shall join them in good time. Should you go crossing that silvery brook, it's best to leap before you look. Picking up Clutch's Pure Rock Fury album is the best choice that I've made in quite awhile.  Check it out - especially Drink To The Dead.  Fucking awesome. ~ :horns: I am Hungy.  I am the Crush Movement.  [e-mail me for details]

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vespera

Nov 26, 2003

You have been a long time gone...

spyed

Apr 10, 2003

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

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